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posted on September 14, 2006 at 5:54 am

automatic blogspirits confide in mewhat shall i pass on from the othersidethe line goes silentthe camera failsthese spirits move in electricitythe lights flickerthese spirits have not yet passed overgamblers n addicts tryin’ for just another hitrichmen who could not bear to leave their fortunesspirits that animate sleeping children and twist their features into grimace n snarlspirits that hide thingsspirits that chuck things aroundspirirts disembodiedammonia n coldnesshungry ghosts some saythe cats wake upeverything trembling oh so slightlyif you film em they blur into shadowthey are hard to captureto record their hissing voicesand they follow you aroundbut you dont know what they wantdo you?there is no wind but everything fluttersthe do not disturb signs clatter brittle against the doorthe magnets reverse polaritiesthings run backwardsmirrors throw out reflections into the roomnightfriends coming thru the mirrorscome and go by mirrorthe swans in the dark arch their black necksthe frogs are silentin the water more reflectionsreflections of reflectionspatterns in the sand at the bottom of a pooljust keep following that black linejust a swimmer growing dimmerin the glimmer of a summerthe sea gives up its ghostssailors and shipwreckswomen who turn into sealsdark cold green waterthe ocean makes itself understoodall the rivers rushing into iti heard a song once“why did we ever leave the sea?”churning ocean still oceangrey ocean blue oceannever yourselfbut always the samestill life in motionit has its patterns that are hard to perceiveyes it conceals leviathans and midgard serpentsother monsters in the depths we have hardly conceived ofyet our children bathe so happily in in her foamy armsafternoon drifts in a little coldersky hazes over to white againfeeble sunshine blotted outthe spirits reawaken you from your reverieits time

Wow, that was intensekinda got me creeped out a bit, especially sitting here in the still darkness of early morningreminds me of poe just a littleby the way, I’d love to see you do a painting of poe, adding your special sk flourishes

Edgar Allan Poe – Spirits Of The Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;Not one, of all the crowd, to pryInto thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,Which is not loneliness- for thenThe spirits of the dead, who stoodIn life before thee, are againIn death around thee, and their willShall overshadow thee; be still.

The Night Friends, love that song. Always been attracted to that Victorian fascination with mediums, connecting with spirits, real or imagined? Saw the film, The Illusionist; just a film, but interesting themes.

In one of life’s most unfortunate missed opportunities – I wished so bad they had used “The Disillusionist” as theme music for “the Illusionist”!! Damn, what a great song!! It would have been perfect as the credits rolled, don’t ya think?

Yeah, Night Friends is a great, great track – just like the rest of em on AENT. Steve was channeling the poets on that album.

I was thinking PK’s song “Make a Move” reminded me of 80’s Nikki Sudden & The Jacobites (I was thinking of The Ragged School album), which made me wonder, what they’ve been upto. Come to find Nikki died just this March.

Fuck

I feel like I’m losing all my musical troubadors — the ones that were such a formative part of my teenage years; the ones with which I identified; the ones who gave me music through which I could express myself; the ones who set my soul free.

Fuck.Just fuck.

Damn. SK, and all other church members,I’m praying you stick around much longer than I.

Okay, maybe later I’ll actually post a comment directly related to your fine blog. I apologize for the interruption.

I used to have recurring dreams that I was out in the middle of the ocean.I’m frightened b/c I’m terrified I won’t make it to shore and I can’t see what’s beneath me in those dark waters.

It was a dream for my 20’s.What lovely metaphor for what lurksin our subconscious or more apt unconscious self.

The Dogon tribe of Mali knew Sirius was a double star long before the invention of a telescope. (I guess it’s now considered a triple star? Haven’t looked anything up on that). When asked by ethnographers how they came to know this, they shared a story of egg-shaped lights landing in the water and these fish-like beings coming out of them. Nommos I believe they called them?? These beings told them and drew it out for them.

Like Sumer, their gods arrived in space ships.

I don’t discount it.

The few times I’ve been to the ocean, my conscious everydayself feared it b/c it simply felt like the most powerful feminineforce I’ve ever come into contact with. One moment could be soothingyou, next moment gobble you up. The Ocean is like Kali for me.

frightfully delightful post. yeh, so i’m a pastor in a christianchurch. walked into the church a couple weeks back to hear “invisible” off of my descuidado disc playing in the sanctuary. they were testing sound and came across one of my “church” discs. no doubt misunderstood. sounded great tho.

Sk, I liked that “cats wake up” bit. ’tis true…they’re so attuned.And yeah…what did you have for your 52nd? Sad about Nikki Sudden. My band supported him & his “Six Hip Princes” in Birmingham, England in ’82. He didn’t look so well then. Sad though.Great blog SK. Good one with justthecandles on. Love you more old ‘un, eternal one.

Ah…. when this is published, it must be an AUDIO BOOK… or rationed as a daily podcast… I hear the voice in my head but I want to feel it surrounding me from without… swirling, flowing, raging in all your disbelief, soothing away the illusions of this world… with the seductive promise of yours…

Still catching up on blogges, been in W.A. on hols. Did you know there’s a nite club in Perth called The Church? Complete with cross on top. Walked past it while looking for a pub with ye olde Swan Draught (it’s ok, its herbal.) Naturally took a photo.

I love the water. I have been *over* ocean with no visible land in sight, but altitude does not frighten me. Never, however, ON or IN the ocean with no visible land in sight in any direction at my eye level. THAT is one of my last true fear frontiers. It is my best visual of infitinty so far. What do you hold onto other than yourself?? What is your reference point other than yourself??

I suppose I need to do that, then. Open ocean. Conquer the monster.

And yes, cats keeps vigil at night when you try to talk to others. They don’t like it too much.

Magical description as always. When I was a teenager(20 years ago),I would go down to our lake in Chicago(Lake Michigan…why its called that I have no idea) and spend time, day or night, just watching the ripples and waves rush in and out. As seasons in the city changed, so did the power of this lake(I know its not an ocean, but it was all I had to dream with). My imagination would soar. Now 20 years later…I rarely even visit it unless its on the TV for some media reason. I beleive I may have just been inspired to change that.